Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]

Even as she had been caught up in training, she heard word of what had gone down at the battlefield between her queen and the wretched wolfess who dare challenge her. Claston hadn't been in the pack for long, yet she was loyal, and had sworn her life to these wolves, and it'd be hell if she were to follow a new leader. Which she simply refused to do. She had snuck in and listened to the bitch, and scornfully turned away, opting to follow Newt loyally. Disdain was obvious in her eyes when she had peered upon Medusa, and she had to use everything in her power to refrain from leaping upon the female.

But, besides the point. She had heard the call from her leader, summoning her most loyal packmates, and she would answer. She was heading in the direction of the lake, head held high, tail low and lashing, and ears perked atop her crown. Her toxic green gaze was fixed, unwavering, on the gathering of wolves that was present before her, surrounding the beaten Royal. She frowned, quickening her trot, lengthening her stride into a slow lope. She pulled up before she ran into any others, and she paused on the outer edges of the group, before inching her way closer to Champion and Newt.

Dipping her head, ears falling back, and front legs lowering her small frame onto the dusty dirt into the position of a bow, she murmered for only the leader, "I give you my deepest, and sincerest, apologies. Yet I've no doubt you have a greater plan for all of us, and I am forever loyal and supportive, my Queen." She stepped back, distancing herself from the formerly high ranked wolves, her eyes analyzing, calculating, cold. Her look swept over all the wolves gathered, a smug happiness settling in her chest as she saw the strong support for the larger female.